He claims my mouth in return and deepens the kiss. “Yeah, that’ll do,” he pants between kisses as he hurries to undress me. I reach down and stroke his length, pumping him slowly up and down as I kick off my other shoe and hope it rolls off to join its sole-mate. My clothes are wet and somewhat muddy from our wrestling, but I don’t even feel the cold as Torrez peels them off of me. He wedges the fabric underneath me and presses against my now naked body.
He really is like a walking, talking space heater, and I cling to him as he kisses down my neck and focuses on my breasts.
“Mmmmm, Go Fish,” I call out as he sucks on my nipple and plays with the other one between his thumb and forefinger. Torrez pulls away and locks eyes with me, his gaze filled with laughter.
“Um...I beg your pardon?”
“Oh, I thought I’d call out card game wins, just in case I still needed to play my cards right,” I say, a cheeky smile on my face.
My lips spread wide over a smile, but my mouthO's as he chuckles and then quickly moves down my body to suck on my clit. He wastes no time owning my pussy, licking, sucking and teasing until I’m a mewling mess. The turned on growl he gives every time he spreads me wide and licks me sends delicious vibrations through me, and I’m on the verge of orgasming in no time. Like the sexiest fucking rollercoaster ever, Torrez takes me right up to the peak, pauses to build anticipation and then hurtles me over the edge, breathless, panting, and screaming out.
“Old Maid!” I shout out as I float languidly through my orgasm, and I can feel the laugh that’s vibrating through him asOld Maidbecomes a fervent prayer of appreciation on my lips.
Torrez moves back up my body, worshipping with his kisses as he goes. He locks eyes with me and nuzzles my nose with his own.
“Winner, winner, chicken dinner,” he calls out, and then he lines himself up and thrusts deeply inside of me.
I’m caught in between a laugh and a moan as Torrez starts to work rhythmically in and out of me. The sound of our bodies separating and slamming back together dances in the air all around us. A snowflake lands on the tip of my nose, and I open my eyes to find that it’s started snowing again. The big fat flakes drop down to the ground lazily like they have all the time in the world. They take the slow scenic route as they fall from the sky and twirl and sway until they rest on the forest floor all around us.
“Gin!” I shout out when Torrez hits that specific sweet spot inside of me. We both crack up and once again easily get lost in the feel of each other.
“You were made for me, you cheeky Witch,” he declares, punctuating each word with deep thrusts.
“Well duh, Lobo Gris.”
“Lobo Gris? Really?”
“I’ve run out of good wolf slurs,” I admit and then reach up to pinch my nipples as he speeds up. “Two Socks and Spanish were my Hail Marys.”
“Who the fuck is Two Socks?” Torrez grunts out, close but holding back his orgasm.
“You know,Dances with Wolves,” I encourage, but he just looks confused. “Google said it was a movie.”
“Sounds fake,” he teases, batting my hand away so he can suck a nipple into his mouth.
I moan and run my fingers through his damp black hair. He starts to fuck me even harder. “I guess I could call you, like, derogatory pet names now that I’ve used up all the wolf ones. How would you feel about Fifi?”
Torrez growls and looks up at me, never missing a beat as he pumps in and out of my pussy. “I feel about the same as you would feel if I stopped fucking you right now. I can feel you already starting to pulse around me. Call me Fifi and watch that orgasm float away,” he threatens playfully, and I glare at him.
I keep my mouth shut and throw my head back so I can get lost in the sensations of his body on top of mine. Moving in me, feeling so right andsooofucking good. Another orgasm sweeps over me like a blizzard, and I scream out, “Uno!”
Torrez presses in even deeper and goes still, his orgasm a mix of my name and laughter.
“I love you, Fifi,” I tease as we both just lie there in orgasmic bliss.
I crack up when he pulls out and then flips me on all fours.
“Oh, I’ll show you Fifi,” he declares, and then he thrusts back inside and fucks the Fifi right out of me.
8
I’m buzzing with restlessness which, at this point in our adventure, is my new normal. We’re close, and we can all feel it. We’ve been hiking for just a couple hours, and it’s lacked the joking and ragging that normally goes on. We’re all quiet. Observant. Anticipation sits heavy on each of our backs as we get closer to our destination with each step.
None of us are sure what will happen. Sorik said he turned back when he saw the barrier the first time he traveled this path. He wasn’t stopped by anyone or followed. His discovery seemed to go unnoticed. I keep thinking Sentinels are going to pop out at any moment with a “halt who goes there,” but as we close the distance, nothing happens.
That should make me feel relieved or help calm my nerves, but it’s setting me on edge instead. We crest yet another hill in what seems to be a hike of never-ending hills and mountains, and then there it is. A luminescent barrier that stretches as far as I can see to the left and right. It’s bookended by large mountains on each side, and from what Sorik said, Sentinel City sits somewhere in the middle of a valley. We all knew we’d been getting closer to our destination, but from the way everyone sort of freezes, I don’t think any of us expected that today would be the day.
I feel the pull of the barrier like a siren’s song. I don’t know what the fuck it means, but there’s an undeniable call to do something. I take in the faces of my Chosen, my Shields, and Sorik. I can tell that the call is singing in each of them as well. Slowly, we start down the hill toward the barrier, and I trace the familiar features of my dad’s face as we go. I once again find myself wondering if he’s in there. If this barrier tempts him to some unknown action too.
